Often I am haunted br By the reflection br Of a shrunken face br Of a substantial shadow, br That has gathered br An impervious thickness. br br None can claim like me br To have measured br The dwarf-shadow, br Gaining an immeasurable height br As never seen before. br br Even when, you are by my side, br I tip-toe to the left of the highway br And get drenched to the core br By the visible nothingness br Of a cluster of barren clouds. br br I know why, br Of late I seem to feel ashamed br To ask for a reassurance from my mother, br Who on long frosty-nights br Takes an extra cup of tea br To keep her warm.br br R.